This week I'm giving you guys another peek into the world of my latest release, Regret.

My main character, Penelope, discovers a lot about herself and her heritage throught the novel...sometime this knowledge comes to her in dreams.

The Tease:

“Welcome back, my pet.” His eerie voice greeted me from the darkness. “What do you think of our little place I have created for you?”

I couldn’t hide the shiver that worked its way down my spine at his mention of the overdone bedroom. Whether it was from fear or disgust I couldn’t tell—a mixture of both, probably. The fire was out this time and I tried to see into the darkness as I searched for the source of his voice.

“You’re sick, you know that?”

Bravado was hard to pull off in bare feet and a linen nightgown, but I tried my best. I wasn’t going to let this monster get to me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“It’s not going to work, you know.” He laughed from the darkness. “I always get what I want...one way or another.”

His chilling laugh filled the room as I felt something graze my shoulder. I spun in a tight circle, looking for a sign of movement that would give a hit of his location. My fear was quickly being replaced by annoyance with his little game.

“What, are you not man enough to face me in the light? You have to slink around in the darkness?”

A hiss to my left was the only warning I had before I found myself pinned to a cold stone wall. Drake’s furious eyes bore into mine from mere inches away. His cold breath tickled my nose as he fought to gain control.

“Do not test your luck, little girl. Our time has yet to come. But when it does I promise you will pay for that remark.”

I looked back defiantly, silently willing him to do his worst and get it over with. Suddenly, his deranged laughter filled the room once more as I was abruptly released to slide boneless to the floor.

“Soon, my pet, soon.”

Instant awareness isn’t all it’s chalked up to be. One minute I was caught in the tangles of another one of my Drake-influenced dreams, and the next I was sitting straight up in bed trying to catch my breath. It was three in the morning and there was little chance I was going to get back to sleep.

After my little fainting spell everyone, besides me, agreed it was best if I went home with

my dad and tried to get some rest. I had reluctantly given in after each of the Whitmores stated they wouldn’t be able to teach me if I wasn’t well rested.

“There’s a lot of mental strain, Penny,” Julius said. “Please go get some rest. First thing in the morning you can come back and we will begin.”

I was still reluctant to leave because Kane still owed me some answers. That memory stirred up so many emotions that I wasn’t sure I knew how to deal with them. What did it mean that we had met before? How did that relate to us? If there really was an us, that is.

“Tomorrow. Please don’t worry, I’ll explain everything that I can,” he whispered while running the back of his knuckles along my cheekbone. “Besides, you still owe me a few answers as well.”